Monday, 15 January 2018

Broken Pines - Rainis

The towering pines near sea shore sands
The wind has broken with ruthless hands
They see the bright future they long to defend
Refusing concealment and scorning to bend:

Sunday, 14 January 2018

Come, Saviour, Jesus, from above - Antoinette Bourignon

Come, Saviour, Jesus, from above,
Assist me with Thy heavenly grace;
Empty my heart of earthly love,
And for Thyself prepare the place.

Saturday, 13 January 2018

To a Lady weeping - Ebn Alrumi

When I beheld thy blue eye shine
Thro' the bright drop that pity drew,
I saw beneath those tears of thine
A blue-eyed violet bath'd in dew.

Friday, 12 January 2018

Wedding - Mahmood Jamal

Women weep, sisters and mothers weep
knowing what partings mean
knowing the meaning of playing a part
knowing the truth
of distances, dreams and men.

Thursday, 11 January 2018

Quatrain by Sri Praj

True my every vow                   to thee
As a jewel would be                 set high

Wednesday, 10 January 2018

I Take My Leave of You - Džore Držić

I do, my love, take leave of you, may God's good grace go with us both;
                I wish that you could only know by sobs and tears and grief,
                                                                                          my love!

Tuesday, 9 January 2018

The exile to the swallow - Archbishop Khorene Nar Bey de Lusignan

O swallow, swallow, was it thine,
This nest, all cold and drear,
That empty in this niche I found
When first I entered here?
At sight of it mine eyes o’erflowed
With bitter teardrops, born
Of the sad thought that my nest too
Lies empty and forlorn.

Monday, 8 January 2018

Brush-fire - Tchicaya U Tam’si

The fire the river that's to say
the sea to drink following the sand

Sunday, 7 January 2018

Virgin of virgins - St Anselm

Virgin of virgins, Mary mild,
     Redemption's white and shining gate,
Salvation's portal undefiled,
     Help by thy prayers our lowly state.

Saturday, 6 January 2018

Rome - Francisco de Quevedo

Amid these scenes, O pilgrim, seek’st thou Rome?
Vain is thy search,—the pomp of Rome is fled!